By: A.J
Photo by: Pawel Kadysz/tookapic
Our world is unjust
Browned by innocent’s blood
Doused on the brass
Like the winter
It seems to last forever
However,
It is not yet overpowered by riches’ chart
Nor by the wicked rulers
It is owned by them of pure heart
Our tears count
So do, when we smile around
Then we obfuscate them below
In tonight’s dream upon the pillow
Ocean of hopes, waves of wishesIn the middle of clamor
I can still hear vaguely
The whisper of kindness
Slice of Thoughts 